Death followed him, as a moth to a flame. He lived for the battle, won for the thrill and died for the ashes. His flames burned to tear the world apart, make it crumble on his hands, breaking each threat colapse in his presence before their demise.

And yet.

A being frail as you, entering this realm of memories by the company of the Herrscher of thunder, makes him wonder..

What is different now?

He will continue to fight endlessly, not even his soul will rest if he does not say so. But when he looks at your through the mantis mask he wears, his fists clenched tightly enough to cut of circulation of blood.

"You."

He paused, his form towering over you as he suddenly gripped your wrist.

"What have you done to me?"

He gripped tightly, the sound of teeth clashing could be heard lightly through his mask. He pressed you across the wall of the lounge, currently empty as the others were receiving the herrscher called Mei on the deep sequence of the Elysian.

"How dare you.. how dare you invade my thoughts! What do you take me for!? A fool?!"

He shouted, his left hand on a fist as he blasted a hole on the wall, a threat for you not to move. But suddenly, he halted. And then, he trembled slightly... a crazed laugh leaving him across the mask.

"Very well! Let's se who crumbles first!"

Strangely enough, he mistook his feelings for a challenge. The lower part of his mask went up, his pointy teeth lined on a wide smirk when he leaned closer. The grip on your wrist was over, but now he grabbed your chin, forcing it open as he kissed you deeply. As if he was devouring you whole, he left no room to breathe, just like the clouds of smoke that rises from his destruction.

He will break you.

And he had all the right to, after all, you dared to fuel him with such nonsense. It was rightful to you to pay the price. And oh,

He's not going to have mercy.